Basic member, cant message, find me on IM.Im a country boyman. Remember, the older the violin the sweeter the music LOL. Id like a lover. Look for me on IM Im a bright articulate, educated, experienced individual. I think I have a good sense of humor. I read Scietific American, Science and National Geographic. I watch for News of the Weird. Im tied down, time wise and geographically by my jobbusiness. Due to my job I dont feel comfortable posting pics, but am willing to send them direct.Heres a question for you. If you are the woman in this brief story, how does the meat loaf turn out and whats the end of the story I came into the house and found her making meat loaf, her hands were covered with bits of hamburger, tomato sauce, eggs and cracker crumbs. At this point I should probably admit to being of a rascal, because I decided to use her situation to do a bit of teasing. I came up behind her and gently pinned her to the counter and started nibble her ear lobe, while ignoring her questions about what Id been doing and then the question about what I thought I was doing and her protestations. Meanwhile I told her to just ignore me and keep on with what shes doing. Then shifting my attention I nibbled the nape of her neck and breathed onto her neck so she could feel the warmth of my breath. Then I ran a hand slowly down her side and caressed and gave a little squeeze to her tush. As I tickled her ear with my tongue I ran my other hand under her top and liberated a breast from her bra and cupped its pleasant yielding roundness and warmth in my hand and gently tickle the nipple feeling it slowly harden I become aware of the puckering of the skin of the areola. I reminded her to keep fixing the meat loaf. Slowly I slid her pants and panties down her backside and then I caressed her tush and enjoyed the feel of the smoothness, warmth and yielding firmness of her nicely rounded cheek. Letting go of her derriere I liberated her other breast and started to massage her backside with my groin. After a bit of that, I undid my belt and slid my pants and shorts down and started rubbing my pen is uip and down rear cleavage. As she started to wipe off her hands I backed away to see what would happen. She started to turn ..
Mi persona ideal: Would like to find a Lover, being able to share a few hours here and there. Ill admit Im partial to blondes, but thats not a necessity. This talent or condition or whatever you want to call it, refered to as quotsquirtingquot really intrigues me and I would really like to experience it.
Cuenta una de tus fantasías sexuales favoritas. No te reprimas.:
Love in A major I came in the house from work, hung up my coat and listened,
but the house seemed quiet. As I came past the stairs, something
caught my eye and I paused to investigate. Lying on the first
stair was a small incense type candle and next to it a Valentines
Day candy heart that said Be mine, so I popped it in my mouth
and looked around. On the next step I found a pair of socks
and another heart that said Kiss me, the next step had
a blouse and a heart, then a heart and a pair of slacks, next
a heart and a bra and then a heart and a thong. By this time
I was next to the bedroom door, I looked in and there she was
in bed with the covers pulled all the way up. She said, Honey Ive been thinking and tonight Ive set
myself up for a little test. Please pull back the corner
of the cover next to you and slip my hand into that little
loop, she said softly. Now she said in throaty whisper,
Before you pull back the covers all the way I want you to
know that I have realized that I want to be completely at
your mercy and whatever you to or with me is your choice.
With that said, please remove the covers and ., her voice
fading away. The things she had said were bouncing around inside my
head as I tried to decipher and comprehend what she was trying
to impart. Not knowing what else to do I lifted the corner
of the covers and my eyes played up and down her lithe supple
body taking note of the statue like erectness of her nipples
the graceful curved roundness of her breasts, the tangled
bit of fluff of her minge. The visual distraction, Im sure
didnt speed up my cogitations, in an almost dazed condition,
I pulled back the covers and thats when I realized that
she was laying spread eagle in bed and that her hands and
feet were tied to the corners of the bed (a predicament I
had unwittingly assisted in) with very soft cords. The
suddenness of the realization caused me to drop the covers
and walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom where I
stood in silence while letting everything come together.
From the bedroom I could hear her calling me, Hun? Please
come back and talk to me. I took myself by the shoulder and thought, OK, lets review
the facts, first) she is tied in bed naked, second) I helped,
third) she couldnt have gotten this way without planning
and intention. OK, so if, this is/was planned, she has a
goal. A goal? What goal? What was it she said, something
like, uhuhhhhh, oh yeah something about setting something
up, oh yeah a test. But what test. Having gotten my head around
this much I headed back to the bedroom and gave her a kiss
and said, Honey, Ive got to tell you, this situation sure
scrambled my head a bit. You said something about a test
or something like that, what are you talking about Well, she said, Ive been feeling things and Ive been
thinking and reading and Im not entirely sure myself,
but I decided I wanted to put myself totally and completely
at your mercy. The really strange thing is that when you
walked out, the uppermost thought in my mind was not about
my being unable to help myself if you walked out, but rather,
I was crying about the pain, confusion and disorientation
I thought I saw in your eyes. She paused, but as I was just
opening my mouth she continued, As you probably assumed,
what with me being naked, there is a sexual part to this,
but for me it goes beyond that and I Im not really sure about
all of this, but I can assure you that right now this feels
very right to me. So, you realize that had I walked out totally spooked
that you would be stuck here unable to.. well in the extreme
escape if the house caught on fire? Yeah, I thought of that and it just didnt seem like that
was what I should be thinking about and I thought I knew you
well enough that you wouldnt do that. Now, I want you to
know that at this time I am here at your mercy and you do with
me as you wish. OK, I said, but right now Im going to make myself a cup
of tea and do a bit of thinking. As you wish, she said. On my way down the stairs and while in the kitchen heating
some water and steeping the tea I was lost in thought. I dont
recall exactly or even everything I was thinking, but the
result of it was a determination to play this thing out and
a realization that I could have some fun while exercising
my tendencies of being a bit of a tease. Here, as close as
I recall is the way I played It out. So, in what I hoped was in the spirit of what she desired,
I went upstairs and standing beside the bed I bent over,
gave a little kiss, run my tongue along the rim of her lips
and when she tried to return the kiss I pulled away and said,
Not right now, all you get is one. As I disrobed I told her
that I was not really sure what she wanted me to do, it seemed
clear at the same time that I wasnt supposed to ask her opinion
and for sure not her permission. As she started to say something
I shushed her and said, I dont believe, you have permission
to speak do you? She shook her No and I continued, So,
I suppose Im going to have to DO something , so saying
I leaned over the bed and gave her a slow lingering French
kiss as she eagerly returned the favor. As were kissing
I was running my hand along the skin of her side and abdomen
up to her breast which I fondled a bit and tweaked the already
erect nipple. Now, I said, that was nice. Thinking
she might be thirsty, especially not knowing how long she
had been there waiting for me to come home, I took a swallow
of tea and swallowed about half and the other half I allowed
to drain into her mouth while I gave her another kiss. Standing
up abruptly I announced, Im leaving now, Ill be back
in bit, and I left. Once in the kitchen I pondered my next move and a plan slowly
came into being, with that in hand so to speak, I got things
ready and returned to my poor at my mercy wife with my box
of supplies. As I sauntered in, at least I think I sauntered, I proclaimed,
as I started up the CD player playing Conway Twittys Slow
Hand and Tight Fittim Jeans along with Margaritaville
and Love Me Tender, My dear, it appears that you might be
getting a bit chilled, as I took out the bottle of semi dry
champagne and opening it I poured a glass as I said, You
know, Its a shame you cant drink out of a glass, since this
is one of your favorite libations, I said as I savored the
taste of the champagne. After making her watch me finish
that glass, I poured another. The second glass I shared
with her like I had the tea. Then I slipped the blindfold
on her and left the room. I tip toed into the bedroom and she started when I began
to tickle her body with a Peacock feather. I pulled a slice
of apple out of the box, popped it in my mouth and bent over,
gave her a kiss and slipped her the apple tongue, which brought
about first a look of surprise and then a grin. I straddled
her hips with my knees, poured the coconut flavored warming
Booby lotion in thin lines across her abdomen, chest and
breasts. I worked in the lotion paying special attention
to her breasts and nipples, the entire operation was, shall
we say, stimulating. I reveled in the sensations, feeling
the warmth of the lotion, the warmth of her body, the smoothness
of her smooth, hairless body and the squeezable scrumptiousness
of her beautiful globular mammary glands. Since she was
not allowed to speak I had to extrapolate her response from
her body language, which fairly clearly seemed to be positive,
judging by the arch of her back and the low guttural sounds
emanating from her. Picking up the hot fudge sauce Id warmed
up in the microwave I spread a crisscross pattern over top
of the lotion on her breasts and smeared it around. I moved
over onto the bed beside her, dribbled a bit of the Booby
lotion down her southern cleavage and rubbed it in while
I licked off the coconut flavored hot Fudge. The booby lotion
requires moisture to warm up and I noticed that the latest
application had warmed up quite nicely. Adding some hot
fudge to the second dose of Booby lotion I licked that off
too, starting with the mess on her mons the clean up of which
was complicated a bit by the brush in the area then the labia
major I made sure they were nice and clean with long strokes
and a gentle little nibble then I cleansed the labia minor
which seemed to be a bit moist and finally last but far from
least I made sure her little love button was perfectly clean,
Id have to admit that the process was delayed several times
because of the squirming and nearness of the event I was
wanting to delay, then I left the room. As I pondered the style and method of the consummation
which it seemed clear we both desired, I realized that in
her current position her thighs were in the way of my hips.
So, how do I go about bringing about that repositioning
while honoring her wishes? Obviously she had intentionally
restrained herself, so I was reluctant to just unfetter
her ankles, and due to the condition of silence I had imposed,
I couldnt ask her preference, but what then? After a bit
of consideration, I decided that it seemed the best approach
would be to find some string or rope and lengthen her bonds.
With her ankle bonds lengthened as planned, I got on the
bed and positioned myself on my knees between her thighs
almost as if I was praying before the temple of her womanhood.
Grabbing the Booby lotion I began to give her a massage of
her torso again, but this time I leaned over and kissed her
lips or nipples frequently and every time I did, my glans
would automatically bump into her labia, just knocking
at the door of the grotto of love so to speak. Occasionally
I would put a slice of apple or pear in her mouth or a sip of
champagne. When I deemed the time to be right, I leaned over
and kissed her and increased the pressure of my glans against
her. Apparently sensing a change she met my pressure. Teasing
her with the tip I entered the grotto only superficially
several times before invading her warm, moist fastness.
In this manner we worked together and yet against each other
to bring about the closing movement to our symphony.
¿Con qué sitio fantaseas para tener un encuentro sexual?:
Un lugar remoto y salvaje, Bajo una cascada, Una piscina o bañera caliente, Una habitación de hotel
¿Has tenido cibersexo alguna vez?:
De ninguna manera. Solamente quiero piel sobre piel.
